Roadtrip Oneshots

Jacklyn, Fight It

This is a request from Zonahfandomforever... sorry it took so long! I hope this is what you wanted. If not, let me know and I'll change it. ❤️
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Brooklyn

"I'll be right here Brooky... I'll be right here the whole time." My boyfriend gripped my hands tighter as my body began to shake. I turned my head to the side, tears already springing to my eyes.

"I'm scared." I let out a whimper, and squeezed my eyes shut when I heard the doctor enter the room.

"I am too Brooky... calm down... this'll work. It has to work." I felt lips press softly onto my temple, and I raised my hand to wipe my eyes.

But what if it didn't? What if this treatment didn't work? What would happen then?

"I love you." I squeaked out before turning back, greeting the doctor with a smile. Well, I tried to smile.

"Good morning Mr Wyatt, and you too Mr Duff. First things first, how are you both feeling?" He asked kindly, hooking his clipboard on the rails of my bed as he took in seat in the empty chair beside me.
I took a deep breath, smiling weakly when Jack brought my hand to his lips.

"Tired. Anxious. Scared. I could go on really." I croaked out, my mouth running dry. I so wasn't looking forward to this... but it was my only option. Either I had the treatment, or I died.
I knew that. Jack knew that. The boys knew that.
But I think I was the only one being realistic about this situation... the only one to accept both outcomes.

"The same for me too." Jack spoke quietly, and I watched as the doctor smiled softly.

"That's understandable. Now Mr Wyatt, this question is for you. How would you like me to administer the treatment? Through an injection, or through a drip?" He asked gently.

I turned my head to face my boyfriend again. "What should I do Jackie?" I murmered, reaching my hand up to stroke his cheek.

"Whatever you like... I'm here the whole time... just remember that yeah?" He replied, squeezing my hand tightly again.
"I think I'd like the drip." The words came out strong, but my body betrayed them. I was shaking all over now, the true extent of what was about to happen was only now sinking in.

If this chemotherapy didn't work...

I clamped my eyes shut, fighting off the tears that threatened to fall.

"That's fine. I'm going to go now and prepare everything for you, now you boys get comfortable alright?" The doctor spoke before he left and closed the door behind him.

"Brook... look at me." A small voice pleaded from beside me. I opened my eyes with a shaky breath, meeting Jack's gaze. He looked terrified too, that I could distinguish easily. But there was also worry... worry for me.

Maybe he was being realistic too, and I hadn't seen it yet.

"What if it doesn't work Jackie? What if I don't get better?" I whispered, and Jack kissed me on the lips.

"Then it doesn't work Brook. It's as simple as that." He paused for a breath.

I nodded along with him. So I was right, he had been realistic too. 

"But nothing's set in stone yet... don't think like that, please. Like they said before, they caught it in the early stages. This is the best chance." Tears dripped down Jack's cheeks, and I raised a shaking hand to wipe them away.